You were foolish to go to the Darklands by yourself. But you had to save the Trollhunter. Unlike Claire and Toby, you didn't have any special weapon. Just a dagger and yourself.

You signed your death sentence when be managed to capture you, but were surprised when he didn't kill you. He could have. But he didn't. He felt... drawn to you. A feeling he's never felt before.

You kneeled at his throne, while two of his goons held you down with ease. He was much bigger, and much taller. Which wasn't surprising, he was a Troll, after all.

"Fleshbag." He addressed you. His voice seemed to boom throughout this endless labyrinth.